The Human Realm, Luo Long Mountain Range.
Inside the ancient mountain, the white-robed Elder Feng Ming was anxiously watching the silver vortex above his head. At this moment, the blood-colored altar, having consumed a vast amount of blood and flesh essence, had already turned ashen.
If no warriors arrive via the temporary Void Path and descend into the Human Realm, this Void Path would revert to chaos due to a lack of energy support. All the painstaking work and sacrifice of his minions over several days would thus be squandered.
Boom!
The very next moment, the space above began to tremble, and a howling sound emerged from the center of the vortex. A strapping figure stepped out.
The newcomer was a middle-aged man with a hint of rebellion between his brows. A scar traced the side of his face. Still, Elder Feng Ming didn't recognize him, but his arrival confirmed the months of hardship were not in vain.
